I wonder when Al Gore invented the Internet if he imagined it would explode into the spot where singles try their hand at long time romance. I also wonder how many of the same conversations are occurring during the same space in time that Tom and Amy are arguing about condoms and Jesus. Even if there are concurrent conversations, none are as funny, truthful and relevant as the conversation in Tony Fiorentino's brilliant romantic comedy My Dinner With Amy which opened Sunday at the Theatre Building.
Just writing a synopsis of the plot makes one chuckle. Tom sets up a date through quite the naughty named website; Tom shows up at the restaurant to meet the date; The date (Amy) is drop dead gorgeous: They sit down; Amy whips out a Bible and tries to convert Tom who is an agnostic. Plug into this formula a waiter who makes Paul Lynde look butch and you have one of the best 90 minutes you can possibly spend in a theatre.